Toby clutched the neatly folded piece of paper in her hands.
He loves me, she thought.
He said he loves me.
He's never even met me officially and he already loves me.
Toby quickly stuffed the note into her backpack with the others.
She took out a pen and a piece of paper and scrawled the final note she would write to A Fletcher I.
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dear a fletcher i,
meet me in the library after school today. the nonfiction section.
-<3- t marie w
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notes {a.i. au}
Short Storyin which two strangers become more through notes tucked in the crack of a desk
